A few hours later, Steve was walking up the steps to his own apartment, having fed and reassured all that he was fine and all he needs is a few days of food and rest. Brunch with the Avengers were loud and boisterous, almost a party. He enjoyed it though underneath there was a niggling worry about Bucky, who he can tell experienced an equal amount of uneasiness.

At least tonight he could cook something just for the two of them, if Bucky wanted (and stayed). He balanced the bag of groceries on one hip as he fumbled for the lock to his apartment with the other. Any groceries that was left in his fridge from a week ago would have gone bad already and will need to be thrown out.